navy blue
Kelley slid out her door, heels clicking on the pavement. The neighbourhood was only illuminated by a few street lights, given that it was nearly midnight on a fall night. Ashlyn thanked and tipped the driver, getting out of the car right beside Kelley, and Ali scrambled to keep up from behind the driver’s seat. She clutched her purse to her chest, goose bumps raising on her arms. Maybe it was the chilly night air, but it the fact that she was following basically two strangers into their house in pitch black, probably had something to do with it. Ashlyn walked a pace behind Kelley up the driveway, briefly turning around to check on Ali before shamelessly watching her girlfriend’s ass.
“You good, Als?” Kelley called, stopping and stretching her arm out for her to grab. Ashlyn stopped and Ali tapped past her, grabbing Kelley’s hand and nodding. Kelley’s hand was warm, but not sweaty and for whatever reason, calmed Ali down. She felt Ashlyn’s eyes working down their backs, but was tipsy enough to not really analyze it, as Kelley led her through their front garden on an interlocked path.
“Okay, here we go,” Kelley slipped her key in the lock and showed Ali in, hitting the light switch on her way. The front room glowed a warm white, revealing very tall ceilings and marble flooring. Of the minimal fixtures that Ali could see, it was a few indoor bushes and a small seat near the mudroom door.
Ashlyn quietly shut the door behind them and kicked off her Sperry’s, kissing Kelley’s cheek and smacking her butt and she snook between the two. “Anyone want a drink?”
Kelley smiled warmly towards Ali as they took off their shoes, gesturing for her to follow them, leaving her purse and phone beside the door. Ashlyn flicked on more lights as she went, lighting up a huge dining room with a beautiful chandelier, and a huge kitchen. Kelley hummed and grabbed Ali’s hand, as if she were urging her to hurry up.
“Whiskey? Vodka? Rum? Wine?” Ashlyn rhymed off options as she stood in the doorway of their floor to ceiling booze cabinet. Kelley dropped Ali’s hand and padded up behind her girlfriend, moving Ashlyn’s hair over one shoulder to kiss her neck.
“I’ll take a vodka babe, and Ali,” she turned to look at the brunette, who still looked shaken, “could probably just use a glass of red.” Kelley’s eyes scanned the cabinet, before turning back to look at Ali, her figure illuminated in the dim lights. “Can you open that Merlot?” Ashlyn nodded, turning to face Kelley and grab her hips. “Thank you babe. Ali and I are going upstairs.” She winked and Ashlyn just nodded, fully understanding the unspoken words.
Kelley smiled at Ali and offered her arm again, which Ali gladly accepted. The two made their way up the pale hardwood stairs, past the large, main chandelier hanging from the top ceiling. Carpet was a welcome feeling against Ali’s cold feet, and she took in all of the pictures along the walls. All in matching black frames, there were pictures of Kelley at Stanford and Ashlyn at UNC, just the two, and the two with friends and teammates. Some frames had old jerseys (theirs and others) and others were filled with ribbons, armbands, access passes and medals. Kelley led them through a set of double doors and flicked on the light switch. Full length windows on the right and two doors on the left made the room feel huge, given it probably was, and the massive bed in the middle looked all too inviting.
“This is beautiful,” Ali marvelled, not even noticing Kelley, who was beginning to rifle through a door in the walk-in closet.
“Thank you. I love it. Now, what can I get you to wear?”
Ali cocked her head, looking over to a grinning Kelley who was leaning over a drawer. “Uhm…”
“I mean, you don’t have to change, but those jeans look uncomfortable. Just come here.” Ali crept over into the closet to look into the drawer that Kelley was looking at. At first, it was just a blur of black, red, pink and white, but upon closer examination, it was obvious that she was staring into Kelley’s lingerie drawer. There were straps upon straps and lace and rhinestones, and Ali gulped when her eyes wandered to the right, swallowing even harder as she saw the size of the dildos and strap ons that Kelley had.
“I think you’d look good in red, yeah?” Kelley mumbled, picking up a bundle of red fabric out of the door and looking to Ali, who’s eyes were still as large as saucers.
“Well, uh, like what are you…” Ali’s voice trailed off as Kelley stepped between her and the drawer, looking cautiously into her eyes.
“I’m going to wear this navy one,” she held up a bundle of navy lace in her hand. “Listen, you don’t have to be nervous. Ashlyn seems dominant and scary, but she's a teddy bear. She loves watching me, so I know she’ll love watching you too. You just have to tell her if you don't like something. She wants you to feel great.” Kelley rubbed her hand up and down Ali’s arm, and Ali nodded weakly. The honesty and sincerity in Kelley’s voice was prominent. “Want to get changed now? I’ll need you to help tie something.”
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I slipped into the strappy bralette, looking at myself in the mirror beside Kelley, who was busy shimmying into her thong. Her navy blue lace somehow complimented her freckles and her ensemble fit her like a glove. It was mouthwatering and looked like it was custom made, so slightly tipsy Ali didn’t even think twice about checking her out. It was also clear that Ashlyn had already had enough time to successfully make the drinks, but Ali assumed she probably knew what was happening and was just stalling at this point.
Any other day, Ali would have given a hard no to the offer of standing in a stranger’s bedroom wearing her lingerie, but watching Kelley stand in front of the mirror and pull her boobs up closer together, Ali was maybe just a little bit thankful that Becky had left her out to dry tonight.
“Can you just,” Kelley’s back was still to Ali and she was holding two navy blue satin straps in her hands behind her back.
“Yeah,” Ali stepped up, reaching to help cross the straps across Kelley’s back over and over. Going to tie the bow below Kelley’s shoulder blades, Ali’s shaking hands became easily noticeable, to which Kelley just smiled at her in the mirror.
“You really don’t need to be nervous, you know,” Kelley told her in the mirror as she worked on tying the bow, “you’re super hot, it’s not like Ashlyn is going to be dissapointed, if that’s what you’re worried about.” Ali didn’t reply, but finished the bow with a definite tug. Kelley turned around between Ali and the mirror, facing her, and put two warm arms around Ali’s neck.
The freckles on Kelley’s face suddenly made themselves prominent again, accented by the various shades of green in her eyes. Ali could feel Kelley’s breath on her bottom lip, and could see the smile that played in the corners of her lips and the crinkles beside her eyes. Kelley stepped closer, urging Ali to do the same. Slowly, two hands made their way onto Kelley’s hips and she smiled in return.
“I promise, it will be good. Just trust me.” And then it was Kelley’s lips against hers, and Kelley’s hands tightening around her neck. It was Ali’s head swimming and hands shaking more, feeling Kelley’s lace bralette against hers and strands of her brown hair against her face. Ali gripped Kelley’s hips harder, thumbs drawing circles against her hips bones, pulling her closer.
“Ahem,” Ali jumped in Kelley’s embrace, feeling blood rush to her face and her lips. Ashlyn stood in the door way, hand in one pocket, whiskey in the other, still fully dressed. “Your drinks?” Kelley sighed dramatically, looking back at Ali before kissing her again.
“We were actually busy,” she puffed and grabbed Ali’s ass and made her way out of the closet, towards her drinks. “Thanks for interrupting.”